"I thus summoned courage. I dragged my unwilling feet to the living room window, held a curtain aside, and looked out. It was not quiet, not at all. It was him, alright—I could swear it. It numbed me..."
"Late Uncle Henry had been a priest. When he lived, he always reminded us how much he loved us. But preceding his death, his last words were that he would be waiting for us and he would be delighted with our company..."